I confuse the moon when I think of you at night, and the sky turns blue.
When you are around My heart stomps like crazy but I make it tip-toe.
A man in the store like young Kris Kristofferson. Good supermarket.
The dense fog outside Much like the fog in my mind, Under your kisses.
Pressing our kisses between pages of old books. Memories keepers.
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Infatuated, I sculpt your face in the clouds, for my eyes only.
The soulmate concept, like a fairytale of love. But does it exist?
Paintings on my walls. Many colors together, Creating beauty.